I do not own my body…

The following piece was presented at Jersey City Writers’ genre event – Jersey Plums Poetry Reading. Please enjoy.


I do not own my body.

Merely a short term rental of
the dying star strewn Lego atoms
that have already been

the tip of a fern,
the colon of a triceratops,
the beak of a puffin,
a mitochondrion in a bacillus,
the leg of a wooden table


are straining, awaiting new
in the millennia to come.

Where will I go?
What will I be?

My immortality is boundless.


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